Folders everywhere
Some drawers were labeled: “Genealogy,” “Correspondence,” “Expeditions.” Elliot opened one labeled “Rowe.” Inside were letters addressed to his father, but never sent. Pages upon pages, handwritten in neat cursive. “I wish you had answered,” one read. Elliot sat down on a chair nearby, the weight of everything sinking in. His uncle wasn’t just a recluse—he was trying to reach out.
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